There are years that ask questions and then there are years that answer the questions
I have a heart-shaped sugar cookie with red frosting that G-man gave me propped up on my desk. I liked looking at it. It reminded me of him. The ghosting started over a week ago, and I have reconciled feeling disappointed, sad, and hurt with words of gratitude for the experience.
It is okay to be angry. Every part of me is loved.
It is okay to need love. Every part of me is loved.
It is okay to set boundaries. Every part of me is loved.
It is okay to speak what is true. Every part of me is loved.
It is okay to love myself. Every part of me is loved.
It is okay to be vulnerable. Every part of me is loved.
It is okay to not know. Every part of me is loved.
It is okay to need love. Every part of me is loved.
Today’s prompt in Artist Morning is Is there a part of you that feels left out, or maybe even forgotten, a part that could use some extra space?
THESE PARTS: The lover in me – my sensual self – what is divine in me.
To be vulnerable means to allow what is real and true for you to be seen while not knowing what the response would be. A couple of days ago, I was musing on the phone with my friend about the cookie – about whether I should toss it. She suggested I write something on the back of it about how I am feeling. I wrote:
G-man, I hope you are healthy, safe and feel loved.
I appreciate your honesty, how you activated my sensuality, opened my heart to you and others, heightened my awareness of the joy of companionship, and affirmed my work and talents.
I am sad I don’t feel the energy that was pulling me towards you anymore.
I knew what I needed and clearly stated my boundaries.
I believe I am living in a year that answers my questions. Could I be vulnerable? Could I know and be honest about my needs? Could I relax into uncertainty? Could I awaken my heart and keep it protected? Could I reclaim a part of myself I have neglected, shuttered, succored, and allow it to dance naked in the open, unselfconscious, free?
